HEIR OF THE DEATH STRIKE

Chapter 11

Zaqqy immediately responded to one of the thugs. He was probably the leader of the other thugs.

The market residents, who were still quite numerous in the area because it was still early in the morning, glanced at each other and whispered when the sudden argument broke out.

"You're challenging us, huh? You're challenging me?" said the thug, putting his hands on his hips and glaring.

Brugh!

He walked towards Zaqqy with his chest puffed out, even bumping his shoulder into Zaqqy's body as if to challenge the young man.

Behind the thug were about four of his friends, who seemed to be looking down on Zaqqy.

The market stall owners began to retreat in fear, some of them even running into their stalls, small kiosks where they earned their living.

"Stop it, stop it. Please don't fight. It's still early in the morning, everyone is trying to make a living," said Pak Rahmat, one of the stall owners who sold kitchen spices.

"Get lost!" said the thug as he pushed Pak Rahmat.

Zaqqy, who saw this, reflexively held him with his left hand so that Mr Rahmat did not fall. Zaqqy smiled. It turned out that besides being strong, he also had good reflexes.

"You have no manners. You come here asking for protection money. The people in this market already pay the local government every month, some even pay annually. Just because there are many of you, don't threaten the people here," said Zaqqy. He helped Mr Rahmat back to his stall. "Don't go any further, sir. Let me take care of them. They're only brave because they're in a group," said Zaqqy politely to the elderly Mr. Rahmat.

"Stop, don't engage with them. They're cruel. They'll end up looking for your family," whispered Mr. Rahmat, holding Zaqqy back.

"They won't dare, sir. It's fine, stay here, sir," said Zaqqy again.

Then he turned to the man and his four friends. "Get out of here! Don't make us report you to the police. Just because you're a group, you're too bold and daring to bully ordinary people!" Zaqqy warned.

"What do you mean, huh?" The gang leader immediately grabbed Zaqqy's shirt.

Bugh!

Crack!!

​The young man twisted the thug’s arm and immediately landed a punch, causing the sound of cracking bones.

Something unexpected happened; the blow to the thug’s shoulder sent him flying nearly three metres, crashing into one of the stalls.

​Everyone who saw it was shocked, including Zaqqy himself. While looking at his right hand, he smiled slightly, then saw the gang leader being helped to his feet by his friends.

"Arrrrgh..."

The gang leader screamed loudly. He held his shoulder while moaning. His friends checked on him, pulling on their leader's shirt sleeve.

"Hah?!.."

Their eyes widened when they saw that the bone in his left arm near his shoulder had shifted backwards.

"Crazy, the bone shifted right away!" exclaimed one of the market visitors who saw it.

"How dare you! Beat him up!" said the gang leader's friends as they picked up pieces of wood. Some of them also had daggers, and some even had chains wrapped around their waists.

"Come on, don't be like this, stop it!" shouted the stall owners in fear.

However, the thugs continued to attack. Seeing that the situation was not good, Zaqqy ran to the market courtyard. The curious stall owners followed, as did the morning market visitors.

“Come on, come and see! Come and see!” said the labourers working for Mr Gimin. They ran quickly after Zaqqy, who was being chased by the thugs all the way to the courtyard.

Wush...

There, the four of them immediately ganged up on Zaqqy. Two attacked with sticks and daggers, whilst the other two kicked and flung the chain.

Bugh!

The young man had very quick reflexes. His left hand blocked the attack from the left, while his right hand caught the chain that was thrown at him.

Bugh! Tak...

Zaqqy spun forcefully, causing the chain's owner to fall. With a swift movement, he grabbed the chain and immediately slammed it into the other three thugs.

"Arrrgh...."

They all screamed loudly as the chain hit them squarely on the back.

"Want more?" said Zaqqy.

Bugh!

Bugh!